I hadn’t seen Dane McDeglin to speak to since I was six. Twelve long years. Not since my tomboy days when I used to sneak over the fence into the gypsy campsite, and tag along with his gang of gypsy boys. At twenty-three he was even more devastating. Over six foot and with a body worthy of a bare knuckle champion. Successful businessman to boot. Yes, I was badly smitten – I always had been – and he seemed to like me at first. But nothing could have prepared me for the way our past history would rise up and sucker-punch what we felt for each other. (Ends with a cliffhanger, but eventual ending with be ‘happy ever after’.)